Tag: sleep

Every morning, I wake up in bed with 3 guys, a girl, one turtle and several rabbits. Far from a sordid arrangement, the reality is closer to a cramped and sometimes stinky circus that includes me, my husband, our toddler and dogs, along with a few of my son’s current favorite stuffed animals. We never planned

Dosing off. Getting your beauty rest. Catching a power nap. Stealing forty winks. Having some shut-eye. Sleep. Oh, sleep. How do I express how much I love you? They all warned me “Sleep while you can!” and “Enjoy your last nights of sleep!” as they laughed, delighting in their schadenfraude. I rolled my eyes,

Silly me. I thought that as my infants became toddlers became preschoolers they wouldn’t need me in the middle of the night anymore. Oh how wrong I was. A few months ago my two year old called out to me in the middle of the night. Mom, Mom, Mom. Yes sweetheart, what do you need? Mom, I

So, my daughter has a relatively new habit. And of course it was absolutely peaking the first month of my new job, where I – who am not a morning person – was required to be up HOURS earlier than my previous job required. The “relatively new habit” is that this little bean wakes up

Life seems to swing wildly between exuberant and hellish for me, with what I’ll refer to as “dead periods” occurring from time to time. The swings mark my transition from a flow state (in the zone, usually helping a client with something and feeling like I’m winning at the same time) to ground zero

We had a wonderful Fourth of July weekend visiting family up in New Hampshire. The kids participated in the annual children’s parade, we visited the farmers’ market and we had lots of great quality family time. When it was time to leave, my almost four year old was anything but great. She totally lost it.

In the 11 years since my son was born, I have become a HUGE fan of public radio. It’s not because of its politics or insightful coverage of world events, it’s simply because when my son was an infant, it would take hours (I’m not exaggerating) of driving up and down the Connecticut Turnpike to

Wow. OK. I really just put that out there. It’s true. My husband and I don’t sleep in the same room. We’ve been married for almost 6 years now but just about a year ago decided that it would be best for us to sleep apart. My hubz snores, really loudly. He tried everything over

I’m tired, really tired. It’s only Monday as I write this! But lately the weekends have not been long enough for me. This is true even though I don’t go into the office on Fridays, because I take care of my grandson in the afternoon so I work at home in the morning. So in

I’m a night owl. I tend to get a second wind around 9:00PM, a perfectly acceptable hour to go to bed, and find it extremely difficult to quiet my racing brain to drift off to sleep. Conversations from earlier in the day, a nagging issue yet to be worked out, plans for the day ahead…all

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